Sparkle For The Soul Novels & Stories

She inquired, “how can I repair?” “Chatter the remaining healing bubbles on yourself, protector, “ the hunched-back Immortal addressed. “Channeling every healing energy into your very being is the gateway to ultimate restoration, like a bubble bath- it cleanses, rejuvenates and makes your soul sparkle! For it is in embracing the harmony within that you shall find the balance that heals the depths of your soul, Protector.” The young queen snickered at the joke then with a deep breath, she summoned a burst of energy, the only few of the crystallizing bubbles around her chattered, releasing a strong regenerative surge that coursed through her veins like liquid moonlight.

I say quietly and she nods lightly. I sit on the closed toilet, close my eyes and let her do my hair. She combs her fingers through my hair and I let out a relaxed sigh. Moments later I hear the familiar sound of my hair gel and she spikes my short hair. "Kelly once mentioned how she wanted to see it spiked, I thought maybe this would make her happy," Claire says softly and I take a look in the mirror.

Why did I trust him so instantly? He seemed to sense my confusion and offered a gentle smile. “I know you’re wondering about our closeness,” he said quietly. “Maybe this will make more sense.” He softly touched his eye and slid his finger across, revealing a faint tinge of purple beneath. “I wear contacts,” he explained softly. “I didn’t want the pack to know I’m a Spirit Wolf. I wanted them to trust and believe I was just like everyone else. That’s why I keep this hidden. And I trust you—because I know you’ll keep my secret, until the right time. My children don’t know, They know about Angora but not myself. It’s your choice whether to tell them or not. But for now, I leave that in your han

A 'treasure' like this was suitable only for immortals, not ordinary humans. "This thing will make you believe you are some God who can control the other people. It will make you drunk with power until it brings you down to the depths of Hell." I said, shaking my head. The enthusiasm of Kang Xianliang slowly evaporated, replaced with unseen melancholy and a tinge of sadness.

"We have the regular plan, the advanced plan, the luxury plan, and the rocket plan. I do need to let you know that the regular plan uses traditional methods and equipment, meaning that our staff would have to flip the corpse with a hook throughout the entire process, so it might not be the best for the body." That was honestly the one I wanted to pick. Nothing would suit him more than being burned alive while being rotated by a hook! On the off chance that he woke up immediately because of the pain, however, the consequences would be annoying to handle, to say the least, so I gave up. In the end, I tapped at the pamphlet. "Let's go with the rocket plan." I didn't really care about the newes

“You’re glowing. Like someone finally stopped surviving and started living.” Emerie looked at her reflection—healthier than she remembered, cheeks touched with warmth, eyes less haunted. “I’m not healed,” she said. “You’re healing,” Mira corrected. “That’s the part most people forget is allowed to look beautiful.” --- The Spark Festival marked the midpoint between summer’s bloom and autumn’s return. Thunder Paw filled with color—drapes of purple, silver lanterns, and tables lined with honeyed pears, roasted roots, and moonberry tarts.

Eventually, the two halves will become whole… with a single intimate act. Based on a nosey young girl’s questions on the matter, it was found that soulmates could feel each other when in the same vicinity. A beacon, of sorts. This beacon draws them closer until they find each other. This pulsating warmth, that thumps relentlessly in the chest of the pairs,… is an encouraging nudge to follow the bond to their destined mate. This is often used to draw two souls together across distance, but it does not dim after this initial meeting. It grows stronger until one half of the pair can find the other half—no matter where they are. Although this warmth is able to be ignored, the loss of warmth leav

The girl anxiously questioned seeing her mother carrying a bunch of familiar objects, piling them up in the middle of the living room. However, Ruby turned a deft ear, busying herself with some sort of bizarre preparation. The items were spread out neatly upon the floors as if placed in a circular display with the broken urn at the center of attention. “Mom… you need to stop this right now. I know you wanted to honor Mike and wish his soul eternal peace, but you’re really scaring the crap out of me.” Marcel tried pleading with her, even though she hadn’t the faintest idea what the woman was doing, but one thing was for certain… nothing good could possibly come out of this.

"I hope you'll remember that freedom one day—of swimming with a tail. When you're ready—we'll enter the water." Ignoring Galene's apparent fear, Miro continued. "You were so beautiful beneath the surface. Your tail is an iridescent white—the color of pearls, and it glows like… like an angel." Galene looked back down at her phone. "Let's wait at the corner—our lift will be here in five minutes." "You can't hide forever—from who you are, Zalo." "This is also who I am. A land walking artist who loves to paint and who likes to hike. Who misses her mom and wants to forgive her dad."

RUBIN'S POV “If only wishes can come true, I have one or two or maybe a few, And they're all about you. If only wishes can come true, I have a banquet of wishes, And they're all to flourish your life. A life well laid to wipe away tears from your eyes. A life filled to bring satisfaction to your soul. If there be any more wish, I will wish you the whole world, Just for you to find satisfaction in your soul.” Rubin's thought echoed as he scanned from his phone, up into space as if to reverse time~ as if yearning for a time loop to reset every moment which had passed. Just then, a figure caught his attention as he glanced out of the car's window.